There is a season for everything, if you believe, except captivity. Perhaps the holidays are harbingers of the disappearance of mental, if not physical, bonds. Imprisonment, if you will, caused by mass hysteria, enhanced by multiple fearmongers. But, whether the end goal is control or not, this season is winding down. The season for living and loving has come; enjoy life a while. Man does not control the seasons; God does. However you perceive God, realize that ultimately, he or she moves the universe and us with it. Happy holidays.

CAN YOU FEEL IT

Can you feel a captive year sneaking past?

Grip on happy slips; we break free at last.

Masking or chocolates, just get rid of one,

Masking obsolete, chocolates holiday fun.

Inner heart singing, dare you to listen?

Play in the snow, let cold nose glisten.

Visit your family? Or fearful with sighs,

Inside says step out, go eat mamma’s pies.

Drive to the country, perhaps cut a tree,

God is now, no politicians to see.

Put up decorations, get up and go,

Life is for living, be part of the show.

Skipping those rules, made by doctors and such,

You can’t live a prisoner, not very much.

Grab a big sled, slide into old rubber boots,

Sliding with friends, other carefree pursuits.

Laughing and jolly, ah wondrous spirit,

Season’s for loving, held back, can’t hear it.

Walk in the weather, hold hands in the park,

Lights within say move, humbug to the dark!